Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 290 Collecting Potions
At the end of 1951, in the port city of the Balam Empire.

This worldwide war not only caused the deaths of a large number of poor people and soldiers, but also deprived ordinary people of their property and wealth. The price of black bread once rose to one pound.

People who do not want to be starved to death pursue freedom and faith. They take up guns and aim their weapons at their former compatriots.

Of course, there are many secret organizations among them, and someone from the Twilight Hermit Society has also become the leader of the rebel army.

Nowadays, civil wars and foreign wars continue, and the whole world is becoming more and more chaotic.

Under such circumstances, Lewis made his name known among the suffering, and his anchor was already more secure.

Today, Lewis showed his destiny as usual. He turned a poor man into a rich man with tens of thousands of pounds in just one day.

Looking at the greedy face of the newly promoted rich man, Lewis didn't feel that there was anything wrong. The gift of fate lies in balance. The more you get, the more you will lose.

"Judging from the current number of anchors, it is enough for me to be promoted to the true god. I don't know if the other avatars have got enough potions."

Suddenly, Lewis sensed that an extremely dangerous feeling was coming, and he hurried away from the city.

The next moment, the house of the newly promoted rich man collapsed, and the newly promoted rich man was crushed under the rubble and lost his life.

The entrance to the spirit world was torn open, a light flashed there, and a man appeared.

The man has handsome features, silver-white hair, and gentle eyes with a little indifference, as if he is watching fate as a bystander.

When he saw Lewis running away, the image of Lewis was reflected in the depths of the man's eyes. In his eyes, Lewis was running away in a panic, but was surrounded by a shimmering river.

Lewis passed the charity center, ran past the second-story residential buildings, and was already approaching the edge of the city.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he appeared outside the door of the charity center again. Behind him, there appeared a gray-white flood, which seemed to emerge from the ground.

"It seems that I can't run away, I used the breath of the source quality as bait, and finally caught this big fish.

It's just that I don't know if Adam or the real creator has followed, I hope those two don't meddle in their own business. "

Lewis snapped his fingers, and the sound seemed to cover the entire city. Afterwards, a silver-white river slowly emerged, swallowing the previous gray-white flood.

In this river, countless Lewis Harvey crawled out. They generally only had the strength of Sequence Four, but they smiled provocatively in front of a King of Angels.

"It's useless, you can't kill me, you will only become material for my promotion." Countless Lewis raised their heads together and said to Ouroreus.

In just a moment, Lewis covered the streets and alleys of the city. These countless Lewis rushed towards Ouroreus like mad dogs. All kinds of bad luck superimposed on each other, causing boundless thunder and changes in the earth's crust.

The wings of light on the back of Ourolius gathered, his body swelled rapidly, his limbs contracted, and dense silver scales appeared all over his body.

In just a moment, a mercury snake that spanned half of the city appeared before his eyes.

The Mercury Snake just glanced down, and a row of Lewis was reduced to powder. Under the suppression of personality and strength, it was difficult for Lewis who relied on numbers to resist.

The king of angels and ordinary demigods have different levels of life.

However, the remaining clones of Lewis also revealed their own mythical form, even though Lewis' mythical form was only the size of a scale of Ouroreus.

But the dense number is still frightening, and even, because of the mythical form revealed, Lewis no longer dies easily because of Ouroreus' gaze.

The silver-white river was surging, and countless small snakes crawled all over the big snake's body, revealing their sharp fangs.

These fangs are capable of spreading bad luck, causing Ouroreus's body to gradually weaken.

"Roar!"

The next moment, Urolius opened the snake's head and roared towards the sky. Its body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, but after shrinking, it burst out with a more terrifying momentum.

One by one, Lewis was trapped in the node of fate, waiting until Ouroreus' liquidation.

The huge snake tail swept across, and all Lewis avatars that came into contact with the snake tail exploded again, turning into wriggling balls of silver-white liquid.

Ouroreus cleared the field very quickly, half of Lewis did not resist, and disappeared under the attack of the King of Angels.

"You should have noticed it too. The direction of fate is leaning towards me. Personality is not the only condition that determines the outcome, but fate is." Lewis yelled, taking this to cause some trouble for the King of Angels.

Lewis' dead avatar turned into the river of fate, gradually swallowing up half of the city.

Ouroreus remained unmoved. He easily killed most of Lewis' clones, and his attacks became more and more frequent.

Until a certain moment, he sensed the direction of fate, and his huge body was swimming in the sky, fleeing to the distance.

Above Ulorius' head, a quiet night sky shrouded, Ulorius passed through the night sky and submerged into a silver-white river.

Ouroreus' eyes were gradually covered with silver, and when he regained his sight again, he had already appeared in the long river of fate. Countless torrents of fate passed by before his eyes, but rushed to the distance again.

Ouroreus felt that there seemed to be something waiting for him in front of the river, attracting him.

So, he followed the guidance of fate and searched forward, but he didn't find that another self was left behind him.

……

Backlund, an unexpected visitor came to the home of Dr. Alan Chris.

Sitting in the toy car, Will Auceptin, who had just learned to walk, raised his head and looked at Lewis Harvey in front of him, feeling complicated.

"Oh, I feel that I have no hope of promotion anymore, you came this time to get potions and uniqueness, right?
Well, I knew this was going to happen, I was a baby after all. "

"I'm very sorry, I know it's not easy for you to advance to this level, but now, I need potions and uniqueness more than you, and it even matters whether we can survive."

Suddenly, sparkling silver-white water surface appeared under Will Auceptin's feet.

Will Auceptin gave up his resistance and let the water swallow him until all traces disappeared.

(End of this chapter)